Brawn - Laurann Dohner [41]
“Easy,” he rasped. “I’ve got you.” His arm tightened around her waist and kept her in place as his finger teased the bundle of nerves. “Feel me.”
She’d have laughed if she could have. There was only him, nothing else and not only could she revel in his touch, his scent, but the way he pinned her over his lap so she couldn’t do anything but hurt to come.
He rubbed circles over the bud, his hand turned a little and his thumb—at least she thought it was—teased the opening of her pussy. She shoved her face harder against his chest, knew she needed to keep quiet for some reason, but forgot why. The feel of his thick digit pushing inside to part her vaginal walls made her bite down. He snarled in response and drove it into her deeper. He moved his hand, fucking her while rubbing against her clit and a purr rumbled through her ear as he tucked his head against hers.
The climax hit fast and hard, tore through her in harsh waves and the hand around her back was suddenly gone. Brawn cupped her head, shoved her face tighter against his chest and nearly suffocated her when she screamed out his name. She didn’t give a damn if she had air, she was too gripped by the ecstasy.
His thumb withdrew, his hand jerked away and he eased the hold that kept her face pressed against him. She swayed a little on his lap without him holding her but he didn’t let her slump to the side as her body turned lax. Brawn wrapped an arm around her waist again and she tilted her chin up to stare at him in wonder.
The sight of him shoving his thumb in his mouth to taste her stunned and aroused Becca at the same time. He didn’t look away as he growled at her. Desire made his eyes go from amazing-looking to nearly feral in a wild, passionate way that promised her he wanted to eat her alive in the best way possible.
He pulled his thumb slowly from between his lips and bared sharp teeth at her, jerked his hands up over his head as if someone pointed a weapon at him and snarled.
“Get away from me.”
The deep, brutal sound made terror grip her instantly as she scrambled off his lap, nearly fell on her ass in her haste and stumbled back until the bars of the cage slammed into her back. The pain that sliced through her made the physical blow she’d taken earlier seem tame in comparison to the emotional slap he dealt by rejecting her.
He stood abruptly, the cot almost tipped over in his haste and he stormed to the farthest edge of the cage to put space between them. His hands gripped the bars, he kept his back to her and his head was thrown back as he roared out in pure rage.
Chapter Seven
Brawn had a hard time slowing his breathing and getting control of his body. His knuckles were white from the death grip on the bars keeping him in place. The roar had helped him release some of the frustration while the scent of Becca’s fear in the air haunted him.
He’d caused that fear but he needed to. Two more seconds with her on his lap and he’d have done something horrible. He could have hurt her and he’d reacted by getting her the hell away from him before temptation turned into a physical act.
His dick hurt bad but he tried to ignore it. His eyes closed as he concentrated on breathing through his mouth instead, not that it helped since the taste of her release still lingered and he wanted to roar again.
The urge to turn, go after Becca, tear off her clothes and force her to her knees over the cot was unbearable. He shouldn’t have done more than kiss her but his best-laid plans had gone to hell quickly the second his mouth met hers. He panted harder and fought every instinct that screamed take her!
He’d thought the kiss would be sweet, tender and that he could handle that. Instead he’d experienced the strongest wave of arousal that had ever slammed through him. He’d barely remembered the damn cameras, her fear of them and how she’d hate him if he stripped her bare and buried his face where his fingers had played in her cream. The memory of how tight she’d been scared him into keeping a leash on his desires. He’d take her too hard, too